Joey: Dawson, your favorite movie is ET. Dawson: So? Joey: A fat fingered alien who eats Reese's Pieces and flies around on a bicycle? Joey: They [guys] like girls from New York, with blond hair, and pouty lips, and bony arms and big boobs. Dawson: Jen does not have…bony arms. Joey: Pacey has bigger biceps. Dawson: He does not. Joey: Well, are you sure? ‘Cause I thought he did. Joey: If girls are attracted to romance, then...why won't Jen have sex with you? Dawson: Jen wants to have sex with me, she just- Joey: Hasn't gotten around to it? Pacey: Hey, I don’t talk trash, I recycle. Dawson: You told her people called me Oompah-Lumpah? Pacey: Dawson, you're not a little Oompah-Lumpah anymore. You're a big, bad, manly Oompah-Lumpah. Jen: For someone lying on his deathbed life isn’t a gift, life’s a bitch! Joey: Hey Lumberjack, there's a line and it starts back there. Pacey: I said, check it Oompah-Lumpah, come one let’s go. Jen: I wish you could control your animal instincts. Dawson: I wish. Dawson: How’s your nose? Pacey: Broken, thanks. Jen: This is gonna be so much fun, the three of us, sittin' around, doin' nothing. It's just like every other Saturday. Dawson:The girl’s from hell, literally. Abby: Oh great, it’s howdy-doody time. Mrs. Tringle: Abby, shut up. Joey: What is this some kind of surprise party? Pacey: Oh yeah, break ou the pinata. Mrs. Tringle: Just don’t get any blood on the books, and I mean that. Jen: I said bitch in class. It's just Mr. Pickering, he's got this small town mentality, so many people here do. Joey: Oh, I'm sorry Jen, it must be so hard for you, putting up with us simpletons. Jen: That's not what I meant. Joey: It must be a real bitch for you. Abby: Ever been to the boy's locker room? Ever heard of a little drug called ecstasy? Ever heard of an orgy? That's all I can tell you. Suffice to say that some people in this school aren't afraid to experience a little erotic pleasure. But I don't kiss and tell. That's all I can say, sorry. Pacey: Uh-huh. Abby: Oh Jen, you're just so glamorous. Jen: Well we can't all be like you Abby, having our little ecstasy gang-bangs on the floor of the boy's locker room. Abby: Mrs. Tringle! Abby:I may be reaching, but I think the four of you have some weird sexual tension thing going on. Am I right? Pacey: Where's your ecstasy, Abby? You and I can just head on down to the boy's locker room, and, you know. Abby: I dare you to kiss, on the lips, for 10 seconds…Jen! Pacey: This is stupid. Jen: Nobody wants to play this game. Joey: I do, Pacey, you said dare. Joey: Did I say truth? I meant dare…I’ll do anything. I’ll climb through the ventilation shafts, I’ll flash Mrs. Tringle… Pacey: Well then, keeping with our kissing theme, I dare you, to kiss, on the lips, for 15 seconds, Dawson Leery! Jen: I like Dawson. Joey: But do you lust for him? Joey: I am not dwelling on your realationship with Dawson, so just get over yourself. Jen: I would like to propose that we play a new game. this one’s a friendly, fun for the whole family adventure called, "Guess My Butt". Jen: Okay Pacey, time to pull up your pants now. Dawson: It’s pretty embarrasing that I’m the one with the girlfriend, and he’s giving me sex advice. Abby: Dawson, nice air ball. Jen: I guess I could try and be more of a wench. Pacey: Hey Mrs. Tringle, how’s it hanging? Dawson: We are finally finished. Jen: Thank God...I never thought I’d hear myself say that. Dawson: Every insecurity I have about mysself exists inside those two words, Oompah-Lumpah. Pacey: At least you have a girlfriend, I got nothing left. Abby: You have your hand. Dawson: It’s just a matter of time. Joey: Before what? Before my brain short circuits and I start bedding down with every guy with a fast car and big biceps? Dawson: Before you find the right person. Joey: I have. |